Retha and I thought a trip to the post office to send some mail would be a good idea. We had been giving out postcards the whole day, but had still to see their destination for ourselves.
On our way there.
We found a tree full of notes.
The post office was a busy place.
Once we left the post office it was time to head off into the distance.
Until we found a man made of straw. He couldn’t stand by himself.
Date: September 30, 2009Tags: afrikaburn, pentax, retha, tankwa
I-m sorry… I keep missing the straw man-s head…
:p Me too. I got used to it though.